I can't believe it. I can't believe it's come to this... I have to kill my best friend...
- Five Hours Earlier -

BANG. BANG. BANG. Pots and pans make loud noises from the upstairs hallway while Jenna, Michael And I have french toast for breakfast in the dining room. (I think Jake is spoiling us...)

"LOOK ALIVE LOSERS!"
Aaaaaand it's Chloe. With Rich following behind her, making a face that looks like ">:3"
She makes her way to the dining room and slowly puts the pans on the carpet under the table while Rich grabs a chair and sits next to Jenna, who is sitting in front of me, while I'm beside Michael.

Chloe puts her hands on the edge of the table and says, "I have a proposal!"

"What's your proposal Chlo," Jake asks, taking off his oven mitts and stuffing them into the pocket of an apron that says "Kiss the Cook"

"I think that when like," She snaps her fingers as she tries to find the right word. "We patrol, we should go in groups, fitted to our skills. Luckily, that's easy to tell." She starts walking to the opposite side of the table "Michael, Christine, Jeremy, you're a gr- wait where's Jeremy?"